Tempting The Mafia Twins
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After helping Lorcan out of the tub, Genesis felt incredibly vulnerable as she watched him standing there with a towel wrapped around his middle.
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He looked at her with a glint in his eye. “You and I had a conversation earlier about your sleeping attire. There is a t–shirt on the bed I wore earlier. Go put it on and then wait for me.” When she started to turn away, he called out after her, “on your
knees.”
She felt her spine tingle at his words. “Yes Daddy.” The words barely escaped her voice box as she walked to the bed to grab the t–shirt. Getting changed into his clothes she tried not to react when he walked past her to the walk–in closet. When he came out wearing his briefs and nothing else, she was again impressed with his physique. The man was built like a God, and she could feel her mouth watering.
Genesis forced herself to remember he was injured. They were going to sleep after she was given her punishment, or at least it was her understanding of how the evening was supposed to play
out.
He returned to the bathroom, and she turned and with nerves zapping through her body, she got on her knees and waited for him on the floor at the end of the bed.
She started to think he was deliberately toying with her as she watched him walking around in his underwear, putting things away, checking his phone and setting an alarm. Then the screech
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deposited the sixth tap.
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“Such a good girl, taking your punishment so good.” He crowed over her as he touched her. Every long swipe of his fingers were searching her folds.
If this was punishment, she wanted a lifetime of it. It was more a massage with penetrating fingers than it was anything. Whoever taught Lorcan how to deliver a spanking must have missed a lesson on it being a true punishment because Genesis was convinced, he was taking far more pleasure in dipping his fingers into her body than he was beating her backside.
“Seven,” she called out in a long moan which tore from deep her in her chest. Lorcan’s member was rigid under her abdomen, and she pressed her belly down and tried to rub the underside of her breasts against his thigh.
“Needy little witch,” he whispered as he plunged his fingers deep and dragged the moisture back up over her. “Open your legs more. I have only one hand otherwise I’d be pulling your ass apart myself.”
She nearly cried with sexual frustration when he dragged out doling the next slap. By the time she got to say eight she is grinding and rocking her hips over his thigh.
“No coming, Gen,” he growled at her.
“Please,” she felt on the cusp.
“No.” He gripped her ass and then gave another hard smack.
“Nine,” she was almost humping his thigh. “Lorcan, I’m sorry.
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for me.” He smiled at her, “I’m going to go wash up. Stay right here and I’ll be back with a washcloth and then I want to hold
you.”
“I love you Lorcan.” She smiled at him.
“I love you too, princess.”
“How is your shoulder?”
“What shoulder?” he laughed as he rolled off the bed.
Genesis lay there on the bed as she listened to him cleaning up in the bathroom. When he came back, he watched her face while he took care of her, cleaning her up and then helping her into the bed, pulling the blankets over her.
“What are you thinking, princess?”
“I’m thinking of all the ways I can piss you off tomorrow so I can get punished again.”
His laugh as he crawled into bed and tugged her onto his chest to sleep was the best lullaby she ever heard.
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